incomplete: Goddess of Empyrean『fem!OCxLoki』

Green

Reminiscing what she said at midday Loki paces up and down in his bedroom. Normally Frigga would find him in the library for the whole festivity but tonight he considers to dress up and join them. Even though he saw Haizea's body countless times by now tonight he'd see her in green -his colour. Definitely something he doesn't want to miss. On the other hand everybody would be able to see that she's the reason he came, wouldn't they? Surprisingly it takes Frigga's cough for Loki to notice his mother.

Lifting his head his eyes grow wide with embarrasment. "Mother," he breaths out as his shoulders relax.

"Dear, she's coming tonight, isn't she?" Of course she's able to read her son like he's her flesh and blood. Better than Thor even. "Did she tell you what she will wear?"

"Is it that evident?" Running his long fingers through the black of his hair Loki sinks to the edge of his bed.

Frigga settles next to him and gently rubs her hand between his shoulder blades, "You are smarter than to think I would not know about the woman sneaking in and out of our home every night, Loki."

Defeated the prince leans forward, his arms supporting his upper body with his elbows pressing against his legs and his face hidden in the palms of his hands. "Green," the word leaves with a deep exhale.

"Now, that is not much but we can work with it," Frigga gets back up and reaches for his closet.

Hands roaming over the fine Asgardian leather and material hanging inside until the blonde takes out the most formal clothing he has. It takes nothing but the whip of Loki's hand for the fabric to be on his body and his mother takes out the green cape. If Thor wears one so should her younger son and with another whisk of his hand the green textile is attached to the shoulders of his attire.

After what could be described as pep-talk from Frigga Loki eventually attends the formalities. Ordinary people, peasants, dance, drink and socialise, having the time of their little lifes. Even Heimdall is taking the evening off and converses with Odin each of them equipped with Asgardian liquor. Whilst the musicians take good care to fill the background with more than laughter and chatter Loki's blue eyes roam over the crowd. Likewise every other day the folk is glad to see his blond brother as for the younger one nobody seems to care. He could swear someone is even joking about him.

The intimate, melodic sound of Haizea's voice takes him by surprise, "Greetings, your highness."

Biting his bottom lip to withhold his excitement Loki deviates to face her. As he opens his mouth to answer he's taken aback by her semblance. For a split second his mind betrays him and goes blank, unfortunately not unnoticed. In these few bits of time Thor made his way over to greet the latest attendant.

The blond bows down and takes Haizea's hand in his placing a kiss on its back. "Lady Haizea," coming back up he doesn't let go off her hand, "I am beyond glad you accepted father's invitation."

Standing next to them Loki can barely hold it together. Jealousy spreading inside of him the younger prince wonders why his heart aches at the occuring performance. Though he can't blame his brother; the form-fitting cut of her dress is emphasizing Haizea's figure and the green underlines her dark skin tone in a more than stunning kind of way. Besides his mind begging him to say something Thor escorts Haizea to the dancefloor and Loki doesn't have another choice but to watch his brother dance with the one person who isn't head over toes for the older one.

Expectedly the Trickster's lingering gazes aren't unseen. In fact barely one of the guests dares to come too close to the God of Mischief and it takes himself half an hour to decide that he won't stand this event any longer. As Haizea peeks over Thor's shoulder once more she can practically hear her heart crack. Where Loki stood is now only an empty space and for some odd reason it hurts her that he didn't wait for her.

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